the very opposite of that that is really life.

What? says Alf.

Love, says Bloom. I mean the opposite of hatred. I must go now, says he to John Wyse. Just round to the court a moment to see if Martin is there. If he comes just say I’ll be back in a second. Just a moment.

Who’s hindering you? And off he pops like greased lightning.

A new apostle to the gentiles, says the citizen. Universal love.

Well, says John Wyse. Isn’t that what we’re told. Love your neighbour.

That chap? says the citizen. Beggar my neighbour is his motto. Love, moya! He’s a nice pattern of a Romeo and Juliet.